maggie-stiefvater:

Dear nina-eagles, how about as TRC quotes instead? Good yes great. I’m glad you agree.

Aries: “There wasn’t much Gansey didn’t like about flying. He liked airports, with their masses of people all doing things, and he liked planes, with their thick-paned windows and fold-out trays. The way that a jet charged down the runway reminded him of how the Camaro pressed him back in the driver’s seat when he hit the gas. The whine of a helicopter sounded like productivity.”

Taurus: “The mess was taking years from her life. Calla liked things you could rely on: filing systems, months with thirty-one days, purple lipstick.”

Gemini: “From the deck of the boat, Orla said, ‘I’m having a psychic moment. It involves you and me.’ “

Cancer: “Persephone pointed a finger straight in the air and said, ‘I forgot about my pie crust.’ She withdrew from the room.”

Leo: “He lowered his hand, and he said ‘Wake up.’ He said it like he had said stop earlier. He said it in a voice Adam had heard countless times, a voice he could never not listen to.”

Virgo: “ ‘I told you. I told you it was a bad idea, and nobody ever listens to me. “Oh, we’ll be fine, Noah, you’re such a worrywart” and next thing you know you’re in some kind of death thrall. Nobody ever says, “Noah, you know what you were right thanks for saving my life because being dead would suck.” ‘

Libra: “Noah had wandered down the aisle, but now he gleefully returned with a snow globe. He stood behind Ronan until he pushed off the shelf to admire the atrocity. A seasonally decorated palm tree and two faceless sunbathers were trapped inside, along with a painted, erroneous statement: IT’S ALWAYS CHRISTMAS SOMEWHERE. ‘Glitter,’ whispered Noah reverentially, giving it a shake.”

Scorpio: “The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams. Ronan sat behind the wheels, eyes on the midnight street. Streetlights fenced the asphalt, slashing reflections over the atomic orange hood. On either side of the road, the barren lots of car dealerships sprawled, eerie and silent. He was hungry as the night.”

Sagittarius: “More than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could illustrate. Longing burst from the pages, in every frantic line and every hectic sketch and every dark-printed definition. There was something pained and melancholy about it.”

Capricorn: “Blue fixed a penetrating gaze on him. ‘So, do you have a favorite weapon?’ Without missing a beat, he replied, ‘Opportunity.’”

Aquarius: “You were different before,” Persephone replied. “But now they won’t be able to stop noticing.”

Pisces: “Did it think, was it an alien, did it die, was it good, was it right? He didn’t know. But he knew there was more than one, and this one stretched its fingers out as hard as it could to reach the other.”